Chapter 4

I entered the house, and only my mother-in-law was sitting on the sofa. I looked around, but Wesley and that mistress were nowhere to be seen. My mother-in-law threw a document at me and kept yelling, "Hurry up and sign it! The Wick family has had only one male heir for three generations. We can’t keep a hen that can’t lay eggs."

I picked up the agreement and took a glance. How heartless! I had sacrificed my career and best years to marry a man who couldn’t have children. I resigned from my job to become a full-time housewife, enduring endless humiliation just to keep the family harmonious and happy. And now, after my husband cheated on me, my mother-in-law despised me for not being able to have children and wanted to kick me out with nothing.

I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes and started laughing.

My mother-in-law was startled, "What… what are you laughing at?"

I looked at Wesley’s signature on the divorce agreement, noticing how hastily he had signed it. I stared coldly at her, "What am I laughing at? I’m laughing at the fact that I didn’t go downstairs to buy some firecrackers to celebrate leaving your family. When he proposed, he swore he would love me forever, protect me, and give me a happy life. And now he’s treating me so cruelly!"

My mother-in-law was furious, pointing her finger at me, "Say that again!"

I swatted her hand away, "You’re not my mother, and I won’t tolerate you any longer. Do you want me to sign this or not?"

She didn’t say another word and put her hand down, probably afraid that I wouldn’t sign it. I signed the divorce agreement, then looked up at her and said, "Tell Wesley to come back so we can go finalize the divorce right now."

She hadn’t expected me to agree so quickly. For the first time, she spoke to me with a somewhat decent attitude. "Alright, alright! A wise person knows when to give in. I’ll call him right now."

How ironic.

A while later, Wesley called me to come downstairs. I took the agreement and went down. As soon as I opened the car door, I saw Sally sitting in the front passenger seat.

"Wesley, what’s the meaning of this? You’re bringing her along to disgust me during our divorce?" I asked coldly.

"Sally is pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. She gets nauseous in the back seat, so you should sit in the back," he replied, not daring to look me in the eye.

It was laughable. If he hadn’t mentioned the pregnancy, it might have been better. He still didn’t know about his congenital azoospermia. He thought he was cheating on me, but in reality, she was cheating on him. This was karma! It’s true that justice eventually catches up with everyone.

Sally began to speak, "Please don’t be upset. Wesley and I are truly in love. I’m sorry."

Unbelievable. I hadn’t even started crying, and Sally was already playing the victim!

"I can’t accept your apology. Your face isn’t thick enough to carry the weight of your actions."

Wesley squeezed her hand, "Sally, don’t apologize. The fault lies with me, not you. You’re innocent, don’t stress yourself."

Were they seriously putting on a tragic love drama in front of me? I sarcastically commented, "How many months along are you? Are you sure the baby is Wesley’s?"

Sally visibly hesitated for a moment, "Of… of course it’s Wesley’s. Just because you can’t have children doesn’t mean you should question the child I’m carrying."

Wesley frowned and looked at me through the rearview mirror, "Diana, you’ve had trouble conceiving, and Mom is anxious to have a grandchild. If you’re angry, take it out on me, not on Sally."

So, after cheating on me, he’s now blaming me for everything? How shameless!

"So, you’re saying it’s my fault that I couldn’t get pregnant? Did I force you to do something dirty with your cousin behind my back?"

Sally jumped in, "Please don’t argue with Wesley. It’s all my fault. I’ve always liked him, and I’m the one who seduced him."

I wasn’t falling for her act. "So, you’re admitting you’re cheap enough to seduce someone else’s husband?"

"Sally, ignore this shrew!" Wesley snapped, growing more impatient.

The two of them were acting as if I was the one who had ruined their relationship. The car finally stopped in front of the civil affairs bureau. After we finalized the divorce, Wesley handed me a hundred dollars, as if he was giving me charity. "Take this for a taxi. I won’t be driving you anywhere. Let’s part on good terms."

I slapped his hand away, "Who’s parting on good terms with you? Your mother bullied me all the time, and I endured it for the sake of our relationship. She called me a hen that can’t lay eggs, and you never defended me. Now you’ve brought your mistress home, and you’re taking her with us to finalize the divorce. Do you have any shame?"

His face grew darker and angrier, "If you weren’t infertile, why haven’t you gotten pregnant? Aren’t you just feeling guilty and afraid of what people will say? With your poor background, who would want you? You look so pathetic every day that just seeing you makes me sick."

Sally laughed and pulled Wesley back into the car, "Alright, Wesley, don’t bother with her anymore."

I held back my anger, called my mom to let her know I was safe, and then took a taxi home to get a good night’s sleep. The next day, I told my parents everything that had happened. My father was so furious that he slammed his hand on the table, "Linda, get the car ready! How dare he treat my daughter this way!"

I stopped my father, "Dad, let me handle this myself."

Just as I finished speaking, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I stepped outside to take the call, and a sharp, sarcastic voice came through the line. "Diana, is that you? This is Sally Rune. I just moved in with Wesley. I don’t want to be the bad guy, so why don’t you come over and collect your things? It must be tough leaving with nothing. You could probably sell them for some cash and rent a rundown apartment in a poor neighborhood."

I was so angry I laughed. "No need. Those things were bought by Wesley, so they naturally belong to him."

"Well, since that’s the case, I’ll get straight to the point. Wesley and I are getting married soon. I hope you won’t contact him anymore. I’m sure Miss Helm wouldn’t want to be seen as someone who ruins other people’s families, right?" She hung up after saying that.

Not only did she have the audacity to say such things, but she also had the nerve to block me afterward.

At that moment, a few messages popped up in our family’s group chat. Wesley’s mother had posted, "Next month, my son Wesley and Sally will have their wedding. My daughter-in-law is pregnant! I’m going to be a grandmother!"

Look at how happy she is. Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t leave the family group yet. I’ve got a “big gift” for her.